Christmas lyrics
by Young Taylor
The keyboard my home base, don't need no homies
Don't know me i'm broken down can you show me/
Like the smoking now blow me slowly/
I know you f*cking hate to know me
Hate the way we used to go see/
The only f*cking potion to feeling fine is f*cking
To think with out you i'm nothing/
Its a cold world, i'm shivering
Burning like Virginia slims/
I'm kicking in the doors to christenings on Christmas/
Nobody listening, so f*ck the hoe right i'm listening
The whole ride home i'm f*cking listening/
Id like to see u with out the riches
Sin all in my visioning/
I'm wishing on a burnt out star
You kinda just like how we are/
I wish that ain't the truest thought
Wrote it down I f*cking cough
The pill doctor cut me off/
We falling down we get back up and brush it off/
I kinda wish my f*cking faults would back it up
These people talking all that talk
I kinda wanna stop it all/
Like walking off a f*cking wall
These drugs don't numb it all/
So wash out the wounds with alcohol
I heard its how we blasting off/
The head come with some Tylenol to wrap it up
I think i'll never have enough/